It has taken me over five years to forget you. To say that I've moved on, to say that I don't think about you daily, to say that I've finally, finally fallen out of love with you.
But why? Why did you suddenly just pop into my head today, when I haven't even thought about you all these months? And today, all I have thought about is you. Your smile and how it lifted my heart, your charm that made me melt, your wit that made my stomach hurt and eyes water, your eyes that twinkled with mischief, your laugh that set off a rampage in my tummy, your stride that made heads turn, your passion in the things you believed in and what you did, your heart which was pure as gold and on a platter for me and lastly your love which was so deep it rivaled your eyes.
I feel queasy. My heart is thumping wildly and somehow even after all these years, you still make me feel alive. God, I guess this is your bittersweet way of reminding me of what we had and most importantly, of the fact that I still love you. That I will always love you, no matter how much I deny it.
